I enjoyed my visit with the Episcopalians. Beautiful church with stained glass windows, nice music, moving sermon. It is true that there is a great deal of Stand up! Sit Down! Chant! Chant! Chant!, but it was all very clearly marked in the bulletin. If, for anthropological purposes, say, you want to visit churches anonymously, the Episcopal church seems to be a safe one — I felt as though I blended in with the crowd completely. No one offered me a martini. My son said people glared at him, but I feel sure that he was misinterpreting. It was probably just a serious and austere look, suitable to a church where people bow.
Now, with all the food prepared (and contrary to LikeWowMom’s impression, it isn’t all sinfully decadent — just the Possum Pie and all the chips and sodas and cookies the guys went out and bought behind my back), I am prepared to knit my way through all the football. Hope your team wins!
LOL to the, how many people it take to change a light bulb. From the sound of it you need to be in bed under the covers. Hopefully you’ll get some good sleep soon. Working with the public can be a challenge especially when you not feeling your best and the problem is everyone expects us to be at our best 24/7. There are plenty of times when I feel like running when I see some people coming, Sat was a doozy with an early start and a line up of everything from dying a 13 year old boys hair red that didn’t take at first to staying late to get a cross dressers wig styled (the wig obviously had outlived its warranty) right when I thought he wanted Tammi Wynet but he was looking for something more like Dolly Parton. The part that got me was when he sat down to try on the wig (he’s a husky 6 feet tall) I went to put on the wig and it was at least two sizes too small. I kept tugging and he grinned and said it must have shrunk. In my mind I’m thinking, (RRrrigght! A synthetic wig is going to shrink after being washed in cool water and allowed to air dry. I’m not dumb. I know my fibers. As I tugged he said he just wanted to make sure his gray hair was covered. So I got a Jane Wyman fringe going around the face with all the Dolly Parton boof he wanted everywhere else and sprayed the tar out of it. By the time I was done I felt like drop kicking that wig into the street. LOL Calgon take me away!
I have no idea why I have these tendencies right now. Weird. I know.
Also, Dweezy is fabulously funny.
I remember the day I went to my first (and only) Catholic mass. It was in the summer. No air conditioning. The thing took like 2 hours. 2 hours of standing up, sitting down, saying prayers, singing, standing up, prayers, sit, stand, sing, prayer, sing, sit, prayer, stand, sing, listen to sermon, sit, prayer, sing, stand, sermon, sit, stand, sit, prayer—OH MY GOD!!!! MAKE IT STOP!!!! That just ain’t right. : | No wonder my family’s not religious. Keep it copasetic. Peace.